money player

Xian Yaowen came to Yang Jingyi, hugged her, and rubbed his nose against hers twice, "Don't be childish."

Yang Jingyi's eyes moved left and right as she stared at Xian Yaowen's face. Because he was so close and his masculine scent made her dizzy, she couldn't see clearly and everything was blurry.

She could only clearly feel the heat at the tip of her nose, from close to distant, and then her dry lips touched the wetness, sweetness, and thickness, touching and leaving, one after another, just three times, she lost patience with this kind of ambiguous relationship, stood on tiptoe, and took the initiative to block it.

"They kissed in front of me?" Li Lizhen was stunned.

A few moments.

With the secretion of teenage hormones, her face turned red and she began to yearn for the taste of a kiss.

Xian Yaowen gently closed his upper and lower front teeth to block the small tongue that was exploring forward, leaned back, and stared at Yang Jingyi's face, "That's it, don't be anxious, take your time."

There was a flash of resentment in Yang Jingyi's eyes, as if she was a little girl who didn't get any candy.

Xian Yaowen chuckled, let go of Yang Jingyi, and took out two Mars "Marathon" chocolate bars sold in the UK from his pocket. He handed one to Li Lizhen, "Student Li, eat a little to replenish your energy."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

The other outer wrapping paper was peeled off halfway. Xian Yaowen took it and brought it to his mouth, took a light bite, and then brought it to Yang Jingyi's mouth.

Yang Jingyi glanced at Xian Yaowen, a sly smile on her face. She opened her mouth wide, leaned her head forward, and took a bite, biting off the chocolate bar against his fingers, and then laughed out loud.

"Bite so many, you'll choke to death."

Yang Jingyi provocatively spat out the chocolate bar to show off, then immediately sucked it back into her mouth, giggling.

“Don’t eat too fast.”

Xian Yaowen stuffed the chocolate bar in his hand into Yang Jingyi's hand, bent down to pick up the kettle on the ground, and placed it on a high protruding rock.

……

Gold Coast, below Greater Kumasi, is Ejisu, a city 20 kilometers from Kumasi.

This is the traditional cocoa growing core area of ​​the Gold Coast, and the quality of the beans is stable.

May is the beginning of the cocoa secondary production season. Although it is still early in the morning and the sky is only dim, the cocoa farmers in the cocoa plantations have already illuminated the sky with torches and are harvesting cocoa pods from the cocoa trees with cocoa hooks.

Ao Xue put her left hand on her waist, her flat belly protruding, and walked slowly under the cocoa tree like a pregnant woman.

She is pregnant and just found out yesterday. She doesn't have any discomfort in her body. She acts like this just to get used to it in advance.

After walking for a while, she returned to normal, picked out a few cocoa pods from the palm basket, peeled them open and checked the quality of the cocoa beans.

Earlier this year, she was sent by her husband to Ejisu to take charge of the acquisition of the cocoa plantation.

In 1879, Tete Kweiche brought back cocoa seeds from Equatorial Guinea and successfully planted them in the Mampang area in the east, which marked the starting point of cocoa cultivation on the Gold Coast.

In the 1880s, British colonial authorities encouraged farmers to grow cocoa as a substitute for the declining palm oil trade.

Cocoa was first exported from the Gold Coast in 1891.

In the 1900s, cocoa cultivation on the Gold Coast took on a pattern dominated by small farmers and mainly family-run.

By 1910, Gold Coast cocoa exports had reached 5 tons, making it an important global supplier.

In the 1920s, the Gold Coast surpassed Brazil to become the world's largest cocoa producer.

In 1939, the colonial government believed that the time was ripe and established the Cocoa Marketing Board, which monopolized the purchase and export of cocoa, lowered the purchase price, and put cocoa farmers in a state of "neither starving to death nor getting rich by planting crops". The profits went to British companies such as Cadbury and Rowntree's candy companies.

In theory, cocoa farmers can earn 40% to 50% of the international market price of cocoa, and the Cocoa Marketing Board retains part of the profit as a "stabilization fund" to be used to subsidize cocoa farmers in the future.

Although the subsidy will only remain at the propaganda level and will never, never, never be implemented, if cocoa farmers can get half of it, the benefits will be very considerable.

It's just that theory is never connected with practice. In fact, after the British have eaten all the cocoa, the chief also wants some. The Cocoa Marketing Bureau does not have the time to distribute the purchase money to each cocoa farmer. The purchase and payment are all intermediary through the chief. Therefore, it is inevitable that there will be a shortage of cocoa beans and a few less purchase money.

The intermediary cannot work for free, and there is nothing wrong in charging some agency fees.

The people in charge of weighing under the chief also need to eat, so it is reasonable for him to ask for some benefits and record a few pounds less, right?

Not every cocoa farmer can live a calculative life. Marriage, illness, funerals, gambling, and so on, there is always a reason that makes cocoa farmers short of money. They are forced to rely on loans to buy tools and fall into a debt cycle due to insufficient income.

Therefore, the saying “It is easier to see the King of Hell than to be the devil” has once again proven itself to be true, and the real situation of cocoa farmers is that they can barely make ends meet and their lives are miserable.

Just at this time, the gold bandits came, saying affectionately, "Gold beans, silver beans, they are all our own cocoa beans" and "The gold bandits are the Ghanaian people's own team."

They chopped off the chief's head and distributed his wives equally to the bachelors among the cocoa farmers. They then used 20 years' earnings to buy out the cocoa farmers' cocoa fields, established the Gold Coast Cocoa Plantation, recruited the cocoa farmers who sold their fields as plantation employees, and paid them wages that exceeded what the cocoa farmers could earn from growing the fields on their own.

A big-pot canteen was set up in the plantation. People could go to the canteen to eat for free at mealtime. All kinds of food were supplied, including banku, fufu, kenken, and gari.

As Ao Xue walked forward, the cocoa farmers she passed would stop what they were doing and salute her. She returned the greetings one by one, which did not delay her from inspecting the cocoa beans at all.

Deep in the plantation, Chuanshengfei stood by a campfire and smoked. The campfire was built in a triangle with wood, and several corpses were placed on the top. The fire was blazing, and corpse oil dripped into the flames, making crackling sounds.

The air was filled with the aroma of meat, masking the faint fragrance of tobacco.

Just like in later generations, wherever there are people who have been relocated and become rich, they will attract professional gamblers who will act as the banker and run the game. There will always be a few people who have not learned how to manage their wealth, and have not yet escaped from the joy of becoming rich, but have already returned to the community where the poorer they are, the more glorious they are.

The suddenly wealthy cocoa farmers also attracted professional gamblers. Over the past two or three months, the thatched huts near the plantations were lit with candles every night for exciting gambling. Most cocoa farmers not only lost the money from selling their cocoa fields, but also fell into famine and owed usury.

When Chuanfei, who had just returned from Dubai, heard about this, he took lightning action, destroyed the casino, and held a public trial on the plantation, sentencing all professional gamblers to death with immediate execution.

Lying in the bonfire were the bodies of the professional gambler and several of his family members.

Originally Chushunfei was prepared to abide by the code of conduct and not let the disaster hit his family, but who knew that the professional gambler was so unscrupulous that he even dared to hide the gambling money. You should know that this was not the case during the initial negotiation.

That’s right, professional gamblers were introduced by the Savings Flyers in order to promote currency circulation and contribute to the economic development of the Gold Coast.

Chuanfei was in a very bad mood at the moment. Killing a few professional gamblers would not cause him any psychological burden, but deceiving cocoa farmers had exceeded his moral bottom line.

However, he had to do so. The core members of the Golden Squadron exceeded 200 people, and the peripheral teams exceeded 900 people, barely reaching the size of a regiment. Food, munitions, and salaries all cost money, so he had to budget carefully.

a long time.

The bonfire was extinguished, the bodies turned to ashes, the large pieces were smashed with stones and the ashes were collected.

Everything is ready, and the team members are waiting for the order from the savings officer.

When there was only a small piece of cigarette left, Chuanfei threw it to the ground, turned around and said to a quiet team member wearing glasses, "Xiucai, have the guns from London arrived?"

"Here we are." The scholar took off the gun bag on his shoulder and took out a rifle from it. "The 7.7-bar semi-automatic rifle is modified based on the Soviet SKS semi-automatic rifle. It uses the same caliber 56×20mm R bullet as the British 25. It can use 30-round, 744-round, and 600-round magazines, and can also use drum magazines. The muzzle velocity is 1129 meters per second, the effective range is meters, and the maximum range is meters."

Chuanfei took the gun and fiddled with it for a while, then asked the scholar for a 30-round magazine, loaded the gun, pulled the bolt, and pulled the trigger continuously at a rock in the distance. He missed the target with the first few shots, but all of the next twenty or so shots hit the target.

After the shooting, he threw the gun to the scholar and said, "This gun is good and very stable. Distribute it to the team for testing. Summarize the shortcomings and report them to London as soon as possible."

"Yes."

"Team one will return to base camp first, and team two will set out in two hours."

After giving the order, Chuanfei immediately left to find Ao Xue. Once this batch of cocoa beans was harvested, Ao Xue would take the ship to Hong Kong, and the two of them would have little time to be together.

Bukit Timah Nature Reserve.

Tamarind, the leader of the Black Spotted Cat Egg Squad, slowly approached a hunter who was holding a shotgun and aiming at a monkey with a hook knife in his hand.

When the distance was only one meter, he pushed the ground with his right foot and pounced on the hunter like a lion. The hook knife hooked the hunter's neck, and his body sank down. The hook knife pierced deeply into the hunter's neck, cutting through half of his neck.

With a rustling sound, blood from the carotid artery spurted out and splashed about one and a half meters away.

With a snap, the body fell to the ground and blood spurted vertically upwards, nearly 80 centimeters high, forming an umbrella-shaped blood mist, exuding a strange beauty.

Tamarind came to the corpse, wiped the hook knife on the corpse's clothes, and whispered: "You can't blame me. I warned you not to hit the monkey, but you didn't listen to my advice."

Putting the knife back into his chest, Tamarind looked up at the monkeys on the rock twenty meters away. An old question popped up in his mind again - why did the superiors require their team to patrol the mountain regularly and provide protection for these monkeys?
While he was thinking, team member Wuyaguo came up behind him and said, "Captain, the sugar ship from Java Island will arrive two hours earlier. The Purple Antelope Team urged us to arrive earlier."

"Got it, we'll set off after counting the monkeys."

One kilometer away from the hills of Bukit Timah, there is a lonely villa with no neighbors within a mile. The ownership of this villa fell into the hands of Edward Biopharmaceuticals some time ago and was used to establish the Rotten Chrysanthemum Research Institute to conduct research on an unknown disease.

Decades ago, primitive tribes in French Congo discovered a previously unseen disease, the carriers of which were mostly hunters who hunted gorillas and monkeys, as well as patients who had received monkey blood or organs as "medicine" for treatment.

For thirty years, because the disease only spread in a small area, it did not attract attention from the outside world. It was not until 1938 that the disease spread to the city and spread among sex workers and homosexuals/zoophiles, which aroused the interest of some medical workers. The disease was given an unwritten name - monkey virus.

Not long ago, a piece of news came out that several French people had contracted the monkey virus and quietly returned to France for treatment. When Xian Yaowen heard this news, he instantly realized that AIDS had spread beyond Africa and it was only a matter of time before it ravaged the world.

The primary reason why Queen Elizabeth Hospital started with the treatment of sexually transmitted diseases was naturally that there was such a market in Hong Kong. Another lesser-known reason was that Xian Yaowen had conducted in-depth research on sexually transmitted diseases, of course, not from the perspective of a medical scholar, but from the perspective of a high-risk population.

He has been in the business of being around women for many years, but has never won a prize. This is not only because he has a good resistance due to years of physical exercise, but also because of the strict protection and the highly skilled medical team that provide him with various patches.

He cherishes his life and knows by heart the symptoms of various sexually transmitted diseases in female patients in the early, middle and late stages, as well as the targeted medicines and measures before and after treatment. He also knows by heart the various "home remedies" that can be used when conditions do not permit.

The folk remedies of decades ago are now the most advanced prevention/treatment methods. Benzathine penicillin for treating syphilis is no longer in use. Wyeth is conducting clinical trials and it will be on the market at any time. Others should not be missed, especially the super IP - HIV.

Huangfu Huafeng, wearing a white coat, stood in the garden, observing three monkeys, two large and one small, on the lawn. They were crab-eating macaques. As early as thirty years ago, medical researchers had discovered that this type of monkey was very suitable for medical research, but their understanding was still shallow and the true value of crab-eating macaques had not yet been discovered.

The full name of the research institute here is "Rotten Chrysanthemum Research Institute Bukit Timah Crab-eating Monkey Branch". The main research object is crab-eating monkeys. When the targeted breeding of crab-eating monkeys has made certain progress, the crab-eating monkey team that the institute is about to form will go to Thailand, Myanmar, Vietnam, Cambodia, Laos, Malaya, Indonesia, and the Philippines to systematically hunt and purchase crab-eating monkeys for a long time until the crab-eating monkeys become extinct in nature.

Xian family.

The chefs in the cooking class were sipping tea while thinking about new dishes.

They each held a hand-bound copy of "Vietnamese Food Culture" and racked their brains to come up with dishes that would suit Vietnamese tastes. Two of the chefs, who were good at cooking game, frowned and looked a little solemn.

Other chefs were free to choose their own topic and could use any ingredients available in Vietnam. However, they were given a topic and the main ingredient was stipulated to be monkey, as they were not professional in cooking monkeys.

Traditional Vietnamese medicine is divided into Eastern medicine and Chinese medicine, which is also called Northern medicine. Eastern medicine is actually the Vietnamese localization of Chinese medicine, and gradually incorporates its own understanding. It is also based on yin and yang and the five elements, and also emphasizes the use of similar methods to replenish the body.

With this foundation, following the path of Huadiao pork and ginseng chicken, crab-eating macaque also has the potential to become a delicacy. Once the trend of eating macaque becomes popular, crab-eating macaques will be completely eaten up within two years.

When Lucas and his group of soldiers approached, they could easily tell from their uniforms that there were air force, army, navy, and fourth-class cavalry. The mixing of multiple arms was obviously for the purpose of timely communication and the deployment of aircraft, ships, tanks and cavalry. This was a special mission squadron or brigade.

Xian Yaowen reached into his pocket and found a Snickers bar and a Marathon. He threw them to Lucas and said, "Catch them."

Lucas grabbed the chocolate bar twice in the air, and it fell steadily into his palm. He handed it to the person next to him and came to Xian Yaowen.

"Outing?"

"There's half a sheep for a picnic. Do you want to join us?"

"We have C-rations and Spam, enough to eat. Do you have any wine?"

"No, we have Coke, each person can have half a bottle."

"Uh-huh." Lucas pulled out a Lucky Strike from his breast pocket. "So, the jeep at the bottom of the mountain is yours?"

"Yes." Xian Yaowen nodded, "Philippines, Guam, Saudi Arabia, Turkey, do you have any acquaintances in these four bases? I want to get an order for canned pineapples."

“Why not ask Okinawa and South Korea?” Lucas chuckled.

"There's no chance in Korea, I'll ask Arrowood about Okinawa."

"I have acquaintances in the Philippines and Saudi Arabia, but...Adam, the PX (US Military Welfare Agency) order is probably not as glamorous as you think."

"I know. I don't ask for much profit. I just want dollars."

"Prince Enterprise?"

"Did I tell you?" Xian Yaowen shrugged. "You should pretend you don't know."

“Ha, Adam, you’re very famous in Taipei.”

"Atsushi Watanabe of Watanabe Trading Company will come to Taipei soon, and the business of Prince Trading and Watanabe Trading Company will be connected."

Lucas lit up his cigarette and took a drag, "You don't have to tell me."

"How's Lafayette?"

"It's done."

"I will get the land in the next two days and borrow the construction team and cement channels from the consulting group. I plan to build the restaurant in one and a half months."

“Is 45 days enough?”

"Single-story, factory structure, garden-style lobby, parking lot for fifty cars. There's time, but the cost is not low."

"It's not a big problem."

"The restaurant also needs to build an affiliated dairy farm and beef farm, and then the restaurant will supply fresh milk and steak to the consultant group 'free of charge'."

"no problem."

"Real borscht requires beetroot. Can you get a plane from Berlin to Okinawa?"

"Just beetroot?"

"It depends on how brave the pilot is. We want German sausages, beer, and all the good ingredients."

"Impossible. There are very few flights from Berlin to Okinawa."

“Well, just beetroot, just a three-month supply, the restaurant will have its own vegetable garden soon.”

"OK."

After resting enough, we went down the mountain for a lively picnic.

After the meal, Lucas and his party left, and Xian Yaowen, Yang Jingyi and Li Lizhen went for a walk along the foot of the mountain.

Returning to the city at dusk, Xian Yaowen took the two girls to have a luxurious meal of Jiangsu and Zhejiang cuisine. In the evening, they watched the Hollywood movie "Sunset Boulevard" at the Great World Theater. It was the original English version, with no subtitles or transliteration. The two girls found it a bit difficult to watch, but were fascinated by it.

The Kuomintang government had to introduce Hollywood movies purely in order to demonstrate "democracy and freedom" to the United States. They hoped that the audience would be as small as possible, so there was no need to even think about transliterating them.

In the next two days, Xian Yaowen hardly went out. He assigned some trivial tasks to others and stayed at home to complete the proposal.

On Wednesday, May 5, he took an early flight back to Hong Kong.

At around two o'clock, he appeared on the rooftop of Building No. 1, frying a large steak on the grill. Sally Scott, holding a glass of wine in her hand and a cigar in her mouth, stood beside him and watched him busy.

"Is everything OK between you and Cheryl?" Xian Yaowen said suddenly after turning the steak over.

"What do you want to ask?"

"Of course it's feelings."

"very good."

"So, you're not going to get married?"

Sally frowned and said, "Marriage won't change the relationship between Cheryl and me."

"Wow, great love."

"Adam, are you being sarcastic?"

"No, I can't understand your feelings, but I don't object." Xian Yaowen took a tomato from the plate beside him and took a bite. "Do you want dessert?"

"Wine-fermented meatballs."

"You have such a picky taste. I'll go down and call to order. I'll flip the steak over in half a minute."

"Hmm." (End of this chapter)